Longing for a quieter, more personal internet

It's hard not to pine for a forested internet, an imagined one of searching and finding, of patient and aimless wandering.

I think of raising the torch overhead to read long-form, personal updates from anons I somehow feel I know, following their links into the underbrush.

The rin gong resonance that rises when I let my cursor drift along the edges of a hand-made and hand-honed webring.